Novel & Cerita Cogiendo A Mi Hija Dormida

I let out a loud laugh, shaking my head. I sat there alone in the living room for hours, holding my daughter while she slept on me. I don't know when I slowly drifted off to sleep on the same couch, my arms holding my daughter carefully, even in my slumber, I knew she was here and I needed to protect her. I shifted as I felt Aurora slightly moving in my arms and then I felt her being moved away from me. I held aurora tighter to my chest as my eyes snapped open and were instantly met with hazel ones.

then left my room. I entered my son's room, tiptoeing quietly so as not to wake him from his peaceful slumber. The soft glow of the nightlight cast a warm and I couldn't help but feel a wave of bittersweet emotion washing over me. Gently, I scooped up my little boy, his small body fitting perfectly into the curve of my arms.

I stepped closer to the bed, looking down at my sleeping daughter. Her eyelashes were still wet from her tears. However, I noticed she had something clutched tightly in her small, stubborn fist. It was a crumpled piece of drawing paper. She was holding it so fiercely that her knuckles were white, even in her sleep. I gently leaned down and slid the paper out of her grip without waking her. I smoothed out the wrinkles of the page, stepping closer to the dim light to see what she had made. It was a crayon drawing.

his sleepy eyes brightened, “really!” “Of course,” I said. “Fine then, be my Dad for the night,” he said as he lay further into the bed. There was a book there; I picked it up and began reading it to him. When I heard his soft breath and looked at his chest rising and falling, I knew he was asleep. I gave him a quick peck on his forehead and stepped out of the room. Andrea was seated on the couch in the living room, “thank you,” I said as I stepped out.

I giggled. When I’m sure that he was sleeping tight, I lifted him slowly to avoid waking him up. I walked slowly while carrying him to our room. When we finally reached the room and laid him on the soft bed, I crawled up to him, not bothering if I had a shower. Because of exhaustion, I forgot it and slept hugging my sweet boy.

“I am going to sleep so well dreaming about this.” The baby finally fell asleep. I didn’t bother to take her out of the room again. I continued fucking her next to my son. “I feel so incredible to be fucked by you, Father,” she moaned softly. “Yes, yes, dear, you’re so perfect!” I am cumin! I groaned. I froze as my son turned around, facing us.

I have never seen anything like this, let alone with my own daughter. Once my orgasm subsides, I realize I was more aroused by seeing my daughter than Connie. I turn off the monitor and crawl into bed with my mind in a fog. I feel guilty about spying on my daughter, and confused about why I came so fucking hard. I fall into a restless sleep, vowing never to think of my daughter sexually again.

My son is in bed alone. Fucking bitch. I grabbed my bottle of whiskey and poured some into a glass. I picked up the glass and took a sip. I moved my eyes to the laptop screen. Isadora walked into the room and moved towards the bed. She got under the duvet and lay on her back. I took another sip as I zoomed my son. He is sound asleep. There you have it, lil Man. Your mother is back and I have your nanny all to myself. Speaking of your hot nanny.

In the end, I gave in to the only thing that’s ever worked since I was a teenager : Mama’s infamous sleep potion. That stuff is suspicious as hell. Some blend of forest herbs, dark wild honey, and what I’m pretty sure are the tears of a South American jaguar. It tastes like witch soup, but knocks you out like a brick-scented pillow to the face. So when I finally passed out, I prayed I’d wake up peacefully. Of course, I forgot I have a three-year-old. “MAMIIII—LOOK AT MEEE!” BOOM. Something launched itself onto my stomach.

With frustration, I grab a blanket carry her to the big couch, and lay there with her. "Can you give me a moment with Summer, please?" I ask watching as my baby sister nods and walks out of the room. I need to be sure that everything is okay with Summer, and at this stage, she isn't responding well, thus, I do the one thing that comes to mind, hold her tight in the blanket and give her a warm hug. With the tiredness from last night's encounter with Gunner and Smokey, I fall asleep, Summer in my arms as I don't let her go even for a mere second.